You Reagan?
Yeah. Eddie Janko.
Sarge says we're, uh... we're riding together.
Something wrong?
No, um, I was expecting a...
Fat, sweaty Hungarian guy?
(laughs)
Sorry to burst your bubble.
Uh, no offense.
Oh, no, trust me, it's really hard to offend me.
My real name's Edit, after my grandmother, but Eddie's just easier all around.
Okay, um, who was your last partner?
Actually, I just graduated from the academy last week.
Oh, seriously.
You're my first, Reagan.
Be gentle.
I just meant, all of my other partners have had at least as much time on the job as me.
Oh.
Should I come back in a few years?
I'll let you know after our tour.
DISPATCH (over radio): All units, 10-13 from the officer.
sh*ts fired, corner of three-two and nine. Units responding.
That's us. So much for starting slow. Hey!
Do you mind if I drive?
I don't think...
(engine starts)
(siren wails)
(tires squealing)
Hey, hey, whoa!
(Jamie shouting indistinctly)
(siren wails, then stops as tires screech)
Hey, what have you got?
Responding to a 10-30 in progress.
That jewelry store, two perps.
We took sh*ts when we came through the door.
One of them flew out the back.
I chased him, he got away.
My partner went after the other guy.
(g*nf*re)
(woman groaning)
We got a body.
Hey... hey...
(moaning)
Collins...
(gasping)
Where are you hit?
(crying)
Put pressure on it! Put pressure on it!
Lori, Lori, where'd he go?
(gasping): He took off... through the park.
Hang in there, Collins. You're gonna be all right.
JANKO: We have an officer sh*t. Location: inside Lenox Avenue.
Stay here. Stay with her.
Come on, come on! Get her in!
(Collins gasping rapidly)
(Collins gasping)
DISPATCH (over radio): All units, 10-13.
We have a confirmed officer sh*t in Lenox Avenue park, vicinity of park house.
Units respond.
(sirens wailing)
Officers Reagan and Janko were first to respond.
Officer Collins is in surgery now.
How bad?
Took one to the stomach under her vest.
Lost a lot of blood.
Commissioner.
How's my officer?
We did everything we could, but there was too much damage.
She d*ed a few minutes ago.
I'm sorry, Frank.
Her husband's in the chapel.
I'll talk to him.
With their five-year-old daughter.
Andrew and Katie.
(sighs)
We lost her.
Sir, this is my partner.
Officer Janko, sir.
You going back to the scene?
As soon as we talk to the detectives.
(sighs)
We need to get this son of a bitch.
(sighs)
♪ Blue Bloods 4x01 ♪
Unwritten Rules
Original Air Date on September 27, 2013
♪
(speaking quietly, indistinctly)
All right, we'll get a toss going.
In fact, toss the whole neighborhood.
And I don't give a damn if people are sleeping.
Wake 'em up.
(helicopter flying over)
Hey, anything off the canvass?
I've been talking to a bunch of folks in the neighborhood.
Keep hearing the same name: Angelo Reid.
Angelo Reid-- can anyone place him at the scene?
No, but word is, he just finished his ten upstate-- armed robbery.
You get anything on the other perp?
Just Officer Salazar's description.
Stay on it, okay?
You got it.
WOMAN: Detective Reagan?
This is Miss Caruso.
How are you?
WOMAN: Lives next to the jewelry store.
Says she saw a man with a g*n running from the park.
Ma'am, do you think if, um, we showed you some photographs, you might be able to identify this man?
Well, it was dark, but I can try.
All right, why don't you put her in a radio car, all right? Bring her to our office.
Come with me, ma'am.
How much information you want released to the press?
Stick to the basics.
Chief Arbogast is here.
Dino.
Hell of a week to start a new job.
Where are we, Dino?
Working on an idea of the sh**t, nothing yet on the second perp.
Got uniforms at the house.
Family's coming up from Philly.
I knew this girl, Frank.
I was at little Katie's christening.
Whatever it takes.
It's hard to say for sure.
It-it happened so fast.
Okay.
(sighs) I don't think she's gonna make this guy, Danny.
This guy Angelo-- he's got a rap sheet a mile long.
Surveillance video puts him right outside the jewelry store a few hours before the robbery.
We need more than that to make the collar.
(sighs)
All right.
(sighs)
How you doing, Mrs. Caruso?
Oh, hi.
Can I get you some coffee?
Nah. Just wish I could help.
Yeah, me, too. So... why don't we take another look at this, okay?
Oh, okay.
Now, you said that the guy had short hair, right?
Yes. Okay.
Well, that eliminates those three.
But he wasn't bald, right? Correct.
Okay, now, that eliminates those two.
Leaving... only this one man.
Is that the man that you saw, Mrs. Caruso?
I suppose it could be him.
Okay, I need to know for sure.
I want you to take a closer look, all right?
It could be him, couldn't it?
That's him.
Good. Just sign this.
I'll have an officer escort you out. Officer?
CARUSO: Thank you. DANNY: Thank you.
Make sure she signs that.
Got it.
Kind of drew her a diagram there.
What do you want me to do?
(phone ringing)
Someone takes out a cop, all bets are off.
Yeah. Got it.
Transit cop spotted a guy fitting Reid's description in Grand Central.
Good. Let's go catch a train.
(indistinct announcement over P.A.)
BAEZ (over radio): Approaching the main concourse now.
You got eyes on him, partner?
Not yet.
(over radio): Hang on.
I got him.
He's using the lady with the stroller as a cover.
Fits his MO.
I'm going in.
Police!
(Reid grunts, woman screams)
(grunting)
Move!
(Reid grunts)
You taking a trip, Angelo? Huh?
Was I jaywalking again, Officer?
Making jokes now, huh?
I ain't k*ll no lady cop.
Lady cop?
Who said anything about a lady cop, tough guy?
I got ears. You got nothing on me.
I got an eyewitness saw you walking out of that park last night.
(gasping) Let me tell you something, buddy.
You're gonna burn in Hell for this one.
It's okay; take your time, Mrs. Caruso.
Exactly how old is this witness?
DANNY: You see anyone you recognize, just tell me the number and let me know where you recognize him from, okay?
CARUSO: I... I-I think it might be...
...number three?
Number three.
Are you certain, ma'am?
Well, he looks different from his picture, but I'm pretty sure that's him.
There you have it.
Number three.
All right.
Clear out the lineup, please, and escort Mrs. Caruso over to Sergeant Gormley's office for me, all right?
Thank you.
Thank you.
Good job. Thanks.
That's your eyewitness?
What?
She picked the right guy.
"I'm pretty sure that's him"?
If I put her on the stand, Reid's attorney is going to eat her for lunch.
Well, I'm sure your office will have her prepped.
What else do you have?
We got Reid hanging around the jewelry store a few hours before it was robbed.
He lives in the neighborhood.
We need something solid to charge this guy.
A w*apon, possession of stolen goods, something.
Well, the MO of the heist fits two of Reid's previous burglaries, all right?
(stammers) Hm...
"Crowbar on the lock.
Cut the alarm."
Not exactly a signature, Danny.
Come on, this guy knew why we were picking him up.
Doesn't qualify as confession.
We don't need a confession.
Mrs. Caruso picked this guy out of a photo array!
Which is not admissible in court.
Not to mention...
You don't have to mention anything!
He k*lled a cop!
I know that, which is why I pulled rank to get this case.
I want him as badly as you do.
But I cannot put that lineup in front of a judge!
You cannot or you will not?
Excuse me?
This guy's a cop k*ller, and you're worried about your batting average?
You seriously think that I am worried about a loss on my record?
Reid is our guy.
You toss that lineup and I gotta cut him loose!
Then give me something I can use, and I will charge him.
Until then, he is free to go.
(door opens)
(sighs heavily)
I can't believe the son of a bitch is still on the street.
Reid's probably on his way out of town right now.
I doubt it. The moron thinks he got away with it.
Maybe he did. That's not gonna happen.
We got anything on the second perp?
Maybe we find this guy, he rolls over on Reid, we can all sleep at night. But the problem is, we got nothing; he's a ghost.
Hey, there's no such thing as ghosts.
Let's see who he's hanging out with.
All right.
According to his sheet, Reid pulled burglaries with four other lowlifes: Brandon Lefko...
Doing 12 years upstate.
Great.
Manuel Hernandez, DOB: 12/16/81.
(tapping keyboard)
Deported to the Dominican Republic.
Ed Garvey.
(tapping keyboard)
OD'd in Jersey last year.
Reid's not exactly hanging out with the National Honor Society here.
Which leaves Joey Fabrizio.
Let me guess.
On probation.
We got two felonies on him, but he's out on the street.
Let's get a warrant card out on him.
This guy's hiding in a hole somewhere.
We're gonna dig him out.
You may be sorry, Tom, but I've got an officer in the morgue and a cop k*ller on the street.
I'll be expecting your call.
District Attorney.
Wasn't his call to let Reid walk.
Whose call was it?
Deputy Bureau Chief, in the Trial Division.
GARRETT: Please tell me that Deputy Bureau Chief doesn't share the PC's last name.
Wish I could.
GARRETT: We got another problem, Frank.
Angelo Reid called the Post.
Says he's getting threatening phone calls, and someone tossed a brick through his window.
Claims police harassment.
There's zero proof it was cops.
Still doesn't look right.
GARRETT: And if Reid happens to end up dead at the hands of cops, all hell's gonna break loose.
Put a radio car on Reid's house.
Well, we are gonna give this skel protection?
If anything happens, it'll look like we're behind it or let it happen.
The rank and file are gonna go nuts.
Put a car on Reid.
You're the boss.
What are you gonna do about Erin?
Give me a minute.
(sighs)
(phone ringing)
How are you holding up?
I'm gonna ask you something, and you can say "no."
Okay.
I'm putting a car on Angelo Reid.
There have been threats.
I want to ask Renzulli to put you on the detail.
No one will know.
I thought I was just another cop.
You are.
You're also a lawyer, and you will understand the why of this more than most.
Do what you have to do, Commissioner.
(phone beeps off as Frank sighs)
Have you lost your mind?
There was no compelling reason to charge Angelo Reid.
Except for the fact that he k*lled a police officer.
The sole eyewitness could barely I.D. the guy.
You would never have proceeded.
Don't be so sure.
Now the cops are certain they've got the right guy.
Do you disagree?
No. He's most likely the sh**t.
And yet, you still let him go.
We decline to charge suspects every day.
A lot of them are guilty, but you still need evidence.
There are rules in situations like this.
I know there are rules, but there has to be reasonable limits.
Probable cause just doesn't disappear because a cop is sh*t.
Maybe not, but it damn well takes a backseat when a member of the justice system is the victim.
Amanda... The effectiveness of this office depends on its relationship with the NYPD.
They set 'em up, we knock 'em down, and the bad guys land in jail.
I know how important the relationship is.
It is a lot more than that.
Are you ordering me to charge Angelo Reid, despite the clear lack of evidence?
Oh, no... you don't get off that easily.
This one is all yours.
You fix this.
EDDIE: I can't believe we're protecting this piece of garbage.
Yeah, someone had to get the assignment.
At least we pulled night shift... you know, it should be pretty quiet.
It doesn't bother you, sitting on this guy's house?
Yeah, I wish Reid was rotting in a cell.
At least we can keep an eye on him, make sure he doesn't skip town.
Do you think it was cops who called in those threats?
Could be.
Collins had a lot of friends on the job.
They deserve a sh*t at him.
An eye for an eye...
...leaves the whole world blind.
Last time I checked, Gandhi wasn't a cop.
(laughs)
You're not the only one that went to school, Reagan.
(wry laugh)
Here we go.
What do you want?
Uh, good evening, Officers.
I just want to tell you guys how safe I feel, knowing you're out here.
Watch your mouth.
Yeah, whatever, chief.
Thing is... I really need some cigarettes.
Well, that sounds like a personal problem.
There's a drugstore right on the corner.
I know you got my back.
Tell me we're not giving this guy an armed escort to buy a pack of smokes.
That's the assignment.
Look on the bright side.
Maybe he'll trip and break his neck.
DANNY: Okay, if you get anything on his whereabouts, would you give me a call?
Yeah, I'd appreciate it. Thanks.
I got nothing from Fabrizio's parole officer.
You check with his family?
I spoke to a cousin in Hell's Kitchen.
Hasn't seen Fabrizio in four years.
(Danny sighs)
We're chasing our tails here, partner.
(sighs) We gotta face facts, Danny.
This guy may have blown town.
Maybe.
Or maybe not.
Take a look at that.
MARIA: Fabrizio was busted for sh**ting up in prison. So?
Yeah, but he was popped twice for scoring heroin in-between felonies.
So this guy's a needle head.
If he's got a habit, he's got to have a dealer, right?
Which means he's sticking close to home in order to score the dr*gs that he needs.
Exactly.
Says here he was collared scoring off a local dealer named Trevor Powell.
You don't say.
Let's go chat with Trevor.
Trevor Powell.
Got a few questions for you, tough guy.
I ain't holding nothing, okay?
Shut up.
(grunts)
A New York City cop was k*lled last night.
That has my partner and I in a pretty bad mood.
So we'd appreciate your cooperation.
Give him a toss.
We're looking for Joey Fabrizio.
Who? Joey Fabrizio.
You got collared selling dr*gs to the guy.
It doesn't ring a bell.
But you're holding something, hmm?
What's this?
Son of a bitch.
Would you look at that?
Funny, but Joey Fabrizio's wanted in connection for a jewelry store robbery.
Stuff similar to this.
How much heroin does a rock like that buy you, Trevor?
I don't know where they... Hey!
Shut your mouth.
I'm gonna give you two choices: you're gonna give me an address where I could find Joey, or I'm gonna stick this down your lying throat, you understand me?
Good.
Start talking.
I want this guy alive.
Two, that way. Go.
Two more. Come on, go.
(rattling)
Shh!
Hey! Hold up! He's on the run!
(officers shouting)
Hold it, Joey!
OFFICER: ...somebody cover the windows!
Subject exited a window onto the alley.
OFFICER: Freeze!
Put your hands in the air and drop to your knees.
OFFICER: On your knees!
On your knees!
You got nowhere to go, Joey.
Got nowhere to go.
Hey!
I'm not dying in jail.
You don't have to die at all.
Just take it easy. All right?
Lower your weapons.
Everyone, lower your weapons right now!
It's just me and you here, all right?
Okay?
You cooperate here, we can work something out.
With a dead cop?
It ain't happening.
Let's talk.
Joey... don't do that.
Joey, we could work something out.
Do not put your hand on that w*apon.
Joey!
Do not put your hand on that w*apon!
No! No! Hold your fire!
Hold your fire!
Hey, hey... you're not gonna make it.
Look at me.
You understand me? You're gonna die.
This is your last chance to make something good out of your useless life.
You understand me?
Tell me who was in on that score with you.
Joey...
Joey! Tell me!
Tell me! Joey!
We just lost our best sh*t at nailing Angelo Reid.
(sighs)
I thought that Officer Collins' father gave a beautiful eulogy.
You did good, too, Dad.
I've had a lot of practice.
Was a strong turnout.
Yeah.
I saw badges from Rockland county and Westchester.
My office has started a fund for the girl.
Good.
SEAN: Grandpa?
Did you know Officer Collins?
No, I didn't.
Then why did you go to her funeral?
For the same reason hundreds of other guys in uniform went.
Out of loyalty.
Okay, obviously, some of you are mad at me.
Figured that out all by yourself, did you?
What's going on?
Jack...
Everyone's got a job to do, and each one's different.
Your dad is chasing someone that may have done something really bad.
DANNY (clears throat): "May have."
The guy's a stone cold k*ller, Erin.
Okay, unfortunately in my job you can't just say it.
You need to prove it.
Are we talking about the guy who k*lled Officer Collins?
Yes.
And it's a complicated issue.
Guys, why don't you take your plates and...?
And go in the other room?
There's a big shock.
ERIN: Okay, well...
I think this is really a good opportunity for them to learn about what a lawyer can and cannot do.
For instance, a lawyer cannot charge someone man with a crime, especially a m*rder, without sufficient evidence.
I heard there's a witness.
Who I.D.'d the sh**t.
So, what's the problem?
It is highly unlikely that the witness will hold up on cross-examination.
LINDA: So that guy who left a five-year-old girl without a mother walks free?
Not if the police can establish probable cause to make an arrest.
And there it is.
The classic DA line.
Detective, could you please hand me this case on a silver platter?
That...
Your sister never said that.
Thank you.
Look, I hear what you're saying, Erin, but I'm guarding this guy that you let go.
And he's laughing in our faces.
That's not Mom's fault.
Look, I'm sorry, but I cannot charge someone without proof.
I took an oath.
So did that officer we buried today.
Pop... All the men at this table took an oath.
To put their lives on the line to protect the people of this city.
I know that.
And all we ask is one thing in return; the one thing that brought all those cops to that funeral today.
You think I'm being disloyal?
Is that how you feel about this?
That I'm betraying the family?
I think you were in a tough spot and you did what you thought was right.
I see.
Okay, well, clearly I am not welcome here.
So, bye.
Mom...! Wait, Erin, don't go.
You know, for the record--
loyalty is a two-way street.
How did the direct go on the Benson case?
It didn't.
Oh, I thought you were putting the arresting officer on the stand today.
I would have if he'd bothered to show up.
No phone call, nothing.
Same thing happened to Paul on his domestic as*ault case.
Call the ICO of the precinct and...
Don't bother. Would you excuse us?
Walk with me.
What's going on?
So far we've had five reported no-shows by police officers scheduled to testify.
All from the same precinct.
Officer Collins' precinct?
Blue Flu is bad for business, Erin.
And it has a nasty habit of spreading.
So this precinct intends to boycott our office until we charge Angelo Reid?
That's blackmail.
That's payback.
They know most criminal convictions can't be secured without their testimony.
Well, we can force them to appear.
Word of advice.
When your house is on fire, don't reach for the gasoline.
How many cases we talking about?
Five no-shows in Collins' precinct, another three from the 15th.
Can't be sure they're connected.
I've never been a big believer in coincidence.
Press have it yet?
Daily News is running a Blue Flu cover in the morning.
Dino?
They're pretty pissed down there.
Reid walking was a slap in the face, and now we're protecting him.
Who's behind it?
I'd rather not say.
(sighs)
Who ordered it?
Jim Kelsey.
Suspend him.
Why didn't you tell me about this?
They lost a fellow officer.
That kind of sacrifice deserves respect.
Not like this.
Kelsey put the department in a hell of a spot.
We've got a major PR problem.
You're talking PR?
No offense, Garrett, but you never walked a b*at a day in your life.
I'm doing my job.
Maybe you should give it a try.
You don't know what it's like to watch your partner die in your arms.
I do.
Blue Flu stops now.
Hi.
Hey.
You want to sit?
(clears throat)
I want to thank you.
I understand the officers will be testifying again.
They weren't too happy about it.
I figured.
It takes a lot to push them into something like this.
So, you do think I screwed up.
I think... that your grandfather went too far.
This isn't a question of your loyalty to our family.
Thank you.
Cops and prosecutors... have different sets of rules.
Meaning?
Well...
I got a hunch you remember the four by 100 relay at the state high school finals.
Yeah, I dropped the baton.
Thank you for reminding me.
When the baton gets dropped, both runners are responsible.
You and I both know your brother can go too far.
But he is doing everything he can possibly do to get justice here.
Are you?
Yo, yo, yo! Checking in for the night!
(groans)
I'd really love to slap that guy around.
A few more hours, we'll be off this detail for good.
You think they'll make a case for him?
I don't know.
(sighs)
We got company.
That's Ricky Salazar.
Collins' parer.
Come on, let's go.
W-Wait, you're-you're gonna go against Salazar and the guy who k*lled his partner?
No, but we don't really have much choice.
Yeah, I didn't take this job to go against other cops.
Fine, stay here.
If things go bad, call a 10-85.
Hey, Ricky.
Hey! This doesn't concern you, Reagan.
Hey, hey! Hey!
I've got unfinished business with this guy.
You don't want to do this.
Reid needs to pay for your partner.
But this is not the way to do it.
Are you standing up for this guy?
Huh?
Hurting Reid won't bring your partner back.
And you'll go to jail.
Which means Reid takes out two cops.
It's not worth it, Ricky.
Go home.
What if I don't?
You guys leave right now, and this never happened.
You want Reid... then you got to go through me.
Me, too.
(quietly): Let's get out of here.
Let's go.
I know I'm not your favorite person right now.
You're not welcome around here.
We need to talk, Danny.
So, talk.
You blame me for Reid walking.
No argument here.
Okay, well, maybe I could've done better, but you did manipulate that witness.
Maybe I crossed the line. So what?
I did what the hell I had to do to get that scumbag off the street.
Yeah, and then you stonewalled me, which I... may have taken personally.
Okay, so maybe I made it personal.
Okay, so neither of us did our best work here.
I guess we didn't.
But now there's a cop k*ller on the street.
Appreciate you coming back in.
Well, it's the least I can do.
You guys have been taking such good care of me.
You understand you're not under arrest.
You're free to leave at any time.
The rights I read to you still apply, even though you've declined to have an attorney.
I don't need a lawyer to deal with you.
No, you don't need one yet.
You are aware of the fact that Joey Fabrizio gave you up, right?
(chuckles)
Yeah, nice try.
In his dying declaration, he copped to robbing that jewelry store and made you as his partner... and also, as the sh**t.
Then why not just arrest me, hmm?
Stick me in front of a judge right now.
That'll happen soon enough; but in the meantime, I wanted to be the first person on earth to let you know that you will spend the rest of your miserable life behind bars, you piece of crap.
What do you want?
Good afternoon, Mr. Reid.
I'm Erin Reagan with the D.A.'s Office.
AKA his guardian angel.
You already let this guy walk once.
What the hell are you doing? I'm not done questioning him.
Has the detective informed you about the new information?
He never proved Joey gave me up.
Hopefully, I won't have to. I'm here to offer you a deal.
You're what?!
If you plead guilty, I am authorized to offer you a sentence of seven years parole after five.
Whoa! Seven years for a cop k*ller?! Are you crazy?!
In light of the controversy surrounding this case and the fact that the critical witness is deceased, my office would like to avoid a trial.
That is ridiculous. This is not happening.
This is not your call, Detective.
I think you're dealing 'cause you know you can't win.
You are free to reject the deal.
In which case, this will go to trial on a charge of m*rder one, punishable by life without parole.
Life without parole. That's right.
That's exactly what he's gonna get and no less.
I need to think about it.
The deal expires in one hour.
You can write your statement and then make your decision.
But even if I write down my statement, I could still turn down the deal, right?
Absolutely.
What do you think you're doing?
You're not making... Hey... you got a pen?
Stick this thing in your eye.
The "guardian angel" was a little over the top.
Everyone's a critic. All right, so, what?
We get him to sign the confession, and then we got him on m*rder one, right?
No, not exactly.
We need him to explicitly reject the deal.
And what if we don't?
Then I need to honor the terms of the agreement.
No, no, no, you're-you're telling me that he could actually only get seven years for k*lling a cop?
I had to dangle the deal in front of him to make sure that he confessed.
If-if we can get him to turn it down, then we have the confession, we put him away.
And if we can't get him to reject the deal?
Well, then I'll have a lot more free time on my hands.
So what do we do now?
You keep playing bad cop, and I'll keep my fingers crossed.
I hope I didn't keep you waiting.
You didn't.
Henry Haywood's buried over there.
Motor patrolman, volunteered for Teddy's Rough Riders, d*ed on San Juan Hill.
We've been burying New York cops here for over a century.
Police Arlington is like a history of our department, history of the fallen.
We're not doing enough to honor their memory.
I'd like to help with the restoration campaign.
Somehow I knew I wouldn't have to ask.
Thank you.
Yes, sir.
Tough couple of days.
Yeah.
You crossed a line, Dino.
I'm sorry you feel that way.
How I feel... isn't the point.
How you understand your job, that is the point.
Sometimes you're not gonna like yourself very much for the decisions you have to make; knowing how the men feel about the decision you made... but you're gonna have to make that tough decision again and again because that is the job you accepted.
I get that.
No, you don't.
But you will.
I made you my Chief of Department because I had every confidence in your ability to do that job.
Thank you.
But if you ever withhold vital information from me again, you'll be gone in a heartbeat.
Have you completed your statement, Mr. Reid?
Yeah, it's all here.
Thank you.
And have you decided to accept the plea deal?
Seven years, parole in five.
You'll put that in writing?
Of course.
This is baloney. Hey.
You can't do this. What the hell did I come up with that fake story about Joey Fabrizio giving him up for if you're gonna give him a sweetheart of a deal?!
Detective, you shut up! You're supposed to put him away!
Do not listen to the detective!
You can't do... Hey!
You stop!
Hold on a second.
Hold-hold-hold on a second.
He just said Joey never gave me up.
No... He's right. I did say that.
Which means you got no case.
No, no, no, we have a deal in place, Mr. Reid.
You said I could reject that offer even if I wrote down a statement... right?
That's right, she did say that.
Then consider it rejected.
Did you just hear the subject reject the deal, Detective?
Yes, I did, in fact, hear the subject reject the deal, Counselor.
Then, in light of Mr. Reid's confession, please book him on a charge of m*rder one.
Get on your feet. Get on...
Whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa!
What the hell you talking about?!
I only confessed 'cause you offered me a deal!
Which you just rejected. I never said that your confession would be thrown out with that deal.
Did I ever say that, Detective?
No, you didn't say that, Counselor.
No, your confession remained perfectly valid and admissible evidence.
No, you set me up.
No, you set yourself up.
You lying bitch! Hey!
You...! (grunts)
And you are going to die in prison.
DANNY: Come on.
EDDIE: Hey!
Hey.
I feel like I owe you an apology.
No, you don't.
No, I do.
What happened with Salazar, I wasn't... sure how to handle that.
It's a difficult situation.
You backed me up.
We're good.
Listen...
I became a cop because I thought there was always gonna be a clear line between right and wrong.
Usually is.
Well... I wanted you to know that I respected what you did.
I'm really glad we're riding together.
Is that yours?
Oh, yeah, it's a high school graduation present from my dad.
It's really fast.
Don't hold it against me.
This photographer actually did a pretty good job.
Yeah. I like this one.
Danny's making a pretty funny face, though.
That's why I like it.
FRANK: Hey.
Hi.
What's going on?
Nothing.
I was just in the neighborhood.
I see.
And maybe I could use a drink.
You got it.
I smell cookies.
Hey.
Hey, don't use the one of me with the funny face.
It's not that bad.
You know... when one of our own goes down, we step it up a notch...
...especially this family.
We're all in the same business, but we all have different jobs.
Sometimes it's easy to forget we're all on the same side.
Anyway...
I understand that Angelo Reid was booked on m*rder charges.
Must be a hell of a story.
I'd like to hear it.
Me, too.
He confessed.
That's it?
Yeah. No big deal.
Okay.
To Officer Lori Collins.
To all the fallen.
And to Joe.